There’s a relatively new powerade commercial that I like where an old convenient store clerk is reminiscing about what his basketball days would’ve been like if he had had a drink like powerade to charge up his crossover. E’rybody, e’rywhere gets broke ankles–his defender, his teammates’ defenders, his own teammates, people in the stands, the guy selling popcorn, even people watching on tv–they all go down in a heap when he puts the move on ’em. Well, I must’ve watched that thing one too many times, because this morning, about 3 exercises into the warm-up, doing my move, “high knees”, I rolled my ankle over, and it was all I could do not to fall over clutching my leg like the poor souls on that powerade spot. Fortunately, it wasn’t too bad and we carried on, but I’m gonna change the channel next time I see that ad roll across the screen.